Sonnet Vii: O Had She Not Been Fair

O had she not been fair and thus unkind, Then had no finger pointed at my lightness; The world had never known what I do find, And clouds obscure had shaded still her brightness. Then had no censor's eye these lines survey'd, Nor graver brows have judg'd my Muse so vain; No sun my blush and error had bewray'd, Nor yet the world had heard of such disdain. Then had I walk'd with bold erected face; No downcast look had signified my miss; But my degraded hopes, with such disgrace Did force me groan out griefs and utter this. For, being full, should not I then have spoken, My sense oppress'd had fail'd, and heart had broken.